Crime Boss of the American Underworld: I Treat the Protagonists as Cannon Fodder

After transmigrating to America at the turn of the millennium, Victor became the illegitimate son of a top financial dynasty.

He thought he could lie flat as a rich kid, but his family ruthlessly cast him out and dumped him on the streets of Los Angeles. All he had left was a crisis PR firm on the verge of bankruptcy.

A hellish start?

No. Victor discovered that this was a world where countless TV shows had merged together!

If the doors to high society were welded shut, he'd carve a road to the top through the sewers!

“Walter, if you want your family to live in peace, you'll spend the rest of your life making drugs for me.”

“Saul, cut out the clever tricks and launder that hundred-million-dollar slush fund for me.”

“Sheldon, sign this patent transfer agreement. You don't get a choice.”

“Caroline, stop waiting tables at the diner and manage this corporate conglomerate for me.”

From a fixer working the gray areas of the slums, to an underground godfather with influence everywhere, to a transnational tycoon ruling Hollywood and monopolizing tech and medicine.

Years later, when that lofty financial dynasty was on the brink of bankruptcy and humbly knelt before Victor, begging for a bailout, Victor sat behind his solid-gold desk, exhaled a ring of cigar smoke, and smiled calmly. “Sorry. You picked the wrong person to mess with.”